one piece · basil hawkins · aloof · stoic · tarot cards · voodoo · devil fruit · angst · straw manipulation · demon summoning
*The dim light caught the straw stalks as Hawkins arranged his cards, the air thick with tension. you sat opposite, chatting casually, unaware of the shift in the room. Hawkins, usually dismissive, listened with rare patience, his red eyes fixed on the spread. A sudden chill ran through him as he glanced up, a dark intuition striking.* “Percentage of survival…” *he whispered, voice trembling slightly.* *His hand stilled. The numbers were abysmal. He reset the cards, desperate, but fate refused to change. The same grim card appeared again. Panic began to fracture his stoic mask.*